My intent was to make rhubarb scones, but the mix was far too slack to do anything but pour it into a tin. Yeah, the offspring doesn’t like it – so it’s squared away in the freezer.
And a few haiku …
I rather like opaque fusillade, banal broken bouquet and the green opaque wild. It’s strange that, even though I rummage around in the box of words, guile and opaque have come out twice in three days.